My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0689 Nina

The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flashed me a polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around.

"I feel out of place," I whispered to Luke. "Everyone looks so... rich."

Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. "We're a couple of country bumpkins, aren't we?"

I would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t- shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo's flannels thrown over the top.

Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but preferred it that way.

Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clothes that looked like they had been stolen off of a thrift store mannequin.

Normally, it was endearing. Here, it made people stare at us. But appearances weren't exactly my main concern these past couple of days.

"Welcome," the receptionist said, an older woman with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun. "Checking in?"

I swallowed, hoping to force a bit of fake confidence into my tone as I addressed her. "I'm actually here to visit one of your guests," I said.

The woman shot me a curious look. "Oh? What's the guest's name?"

"Enzo Rivers," I replied. "He's my husband. He should have checked in a couple of days ago."

The woman nodded, typing the name into her computer. I watched as she clicked around for a moment, humming to herself, then, she frowned. "I'm sorry, our records show that Mr. Rivers failed to check out this moming."

My chest constricted painfully even as I fought to cling to composure. "I'm sorry," I said." Failed to check out?*

look. "Yes," she said. "It's not uncommon; perhaps he simply forgot. He never came down at the usual check-out time,

look I was giving him. "This can't be possible," I found myself

ID, Mrs. Rivers?" the

driver's license. Nina Rivers. Her compassionate eyes told me she understood as she handed

with curly brown hair and

her.

hard. Then, she nodded, and her face seemed to fall ever so slightly. "Yes, actually," she

again. "Was he with anyone?" I

this time, her face fell even more.

Those two little words hit me like a freight train, but I refused to believe them. You must be mistaken," I said.

receptionist's eyes flitted back and forth between me and Luke. "I'm so sorry, dear," she said softly. "I know it's often difficult to learn the truth

implication hit me. No, absolutely not. After everything we had been through, he wouldn't have betrayed me

if something had

back helpless tears, I held up my left hand, my

must be some explanation," I choked out. "He would never....not to us..." Unconsciously I cradled my rounded belly,

right," she said. "I shouldn't assume, of

away I turned to Luke, devastation written across my face. He said nothing. but his eyes spoke volumes; not Enzo. He would never do anything like that. We were fated

the computer screen so could see. She pointed, and there he was: Enzo, walking out of the bar... with none other than

felt my heart tum to ice as I watched the footage. They walked together, arm-in-arm, smiles on their faces. He was saying something, and she was laughing along with him. No

except for the glaring fact that a

him.

kept a supportive grip on my

kind receptionist's pitying eyes reflected my darkest fears back at me.

asked urgently. "We'd

hesitated. "I'm afraid allowing non-registered guests upstairs violates